PHIL COLLINS
FLEW ALL THE WAY TO BOSTON!
HELLO, COLM.
NOW, TOM, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME
YOU'VE BEEN TRUSTED
OH, GREAT. MASS.
(CRASHING AND POUNDING DOWN STAIRS)
BUT COULD I ASK FATHER CRILLY
OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS.
ANYWAY. MY SPEECH.
WHAT DID YOU THINK?
I JUST GOT THE COURAGE TO TALK TO
HER, BUT IT'S NICE HAVING HER AROUND.
HOPE IT DOESN'T GET MY SHEEP.
OH, GOD, HE HATES THE SICK.
AND THE POOR AS WELL.
UM...WELL, UH...
- WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
- THINK, DOUGAL.
THE MEALS ARE AT 11,
ONE, HALF-TWO, THREE,
YOU'RE NOT HAVING ANY DOUBTS
ABOUT YOUR VOCATION?
- ARSE!
- FECK!
WHERE'LL BE GO ON HOLIDAY, TED?
(ALL CHEERING)
SING! SING!
THAT GOT ME HOT UNDER THE COLLAR.
OH, THERE'S THE DOOR.
HE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE SOBER.
THE SONG! HA! THE SONG. RIGHT.
COME ON, FATHER.
YOU'RE NOT DEAD, ARE YOU?